You might think you made a new world or a new self, but your old self is always gonna be there, just below the surface, and if something happens, it’ll stick its head out and say ‘Hi.’ You don’t seem to realize that. You were made somewhere else.
If you try to use your head to think about things, people don’t want to have anything to do with you.
That’s all I think about these days. Must be because I have so much time to kill every day. When you don’t have anything to do, your thoughts get really, really far out-so far out you can’t follow them all the way to the end.
It’s like a kid standing at the window watching the rain.
As with marathon runs and lengths of toilet paper, there had to be standards to measure up to.
Death was not the opposite of life. It was already here, within my being, it had always been here, and no struggle would permit me to forget that.
Memory is like fiction; or else it’s fiction that’s like memory.
Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn’t keep on living like this.
I don’t know, I don’t feel right unless I’ve got the sea and mountains nearby. People are mostly a product of where they were born and raised. How you think and feel’s always linked to the lay of the land, the temperature. The prevailing winds, even.
Did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without bleeding?
Does G get angry because it follows F in the alphabet? Does page 68 in a book start a revolution because it follows 67?
After all this, I won’t start to hate you.
People soon get tired of things that aren’t boring, but not of what is boring.
But if something did happen, it happened. Whether it’s right or wrong. I accept everything that happens, and that’s how I became the person I am now.
The Earth, time, concepts, love, life, faith justice, evil – they’re all fluid and in transition. They don’t stay in one form or in one place forever. The whole universe is like some big FedEx box.
Never trust a man who carries a handkerchief, I always say. One of many prejudicial rules of thumb.
Once thing goes wrong, then the whole house of cards collapses. And there’s no way you can extricate yourself. Until someone comes along to drag you out.
Love with complications. Scenery was the last thing on my mind.
Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing.
The whole terrible fight occured in the area of imagination. That is the precise location of our battlefield. It is there, that we experience our victories and defeats.